He led me to his room, not letting go of my hand. It was an amazing hotel room, complete with a kitchen, bathroom and widescreen. I began to suspect t...hat he was a little more successful than I had thought. I didn’t have much time to take in the room though, when Steven turned towards me in the middle of the room. He didn’t have to say anything, because the way his eyes changed when he looked at me then confirmed what was going to happen. He dropped my hand and stepped towards me, lifting his. She hadn’t checked that clamp first and it was, unknown to her, set much tighter than the first. She had no way of knowing that our nipple clamps weren’t always used only on nipples.Jess’ gasp was much more genuine and she tried to close her legs involuntarily. The spreader bar prevented that, obviously. Jess shrieked.“Are you ok?” Emma asked, suddenly concerned. The nipple clamp stung more than Jess was expecting, but she didn’t want Emma to get cold feet about continuing.“Yes. Don’t worry. Hank his stomach grumbling finally got his breakfast and sat down to eat, glancing around he spotted the girl with the kind smile and dark brown eyes, he watched her seem to dance from place to place with a group of women, he could hear her laughing and thought, a kind smile, brown eyes and a soft laugh. Trink noticed the direction Hank was looking in and winked "now me boyo which one of those pretties be yea interested in?" Hank chuckled "you're the pretties man, not me Trink, I was just. There was nothing in this house that money could not buy. My father owned it; my mother helped him, and I helped her, tending the girls. Bathing them, caring for their hurts, tending wounds, whatever they required, from a massage to a manicure to changing bandages in places they could not reach. Most were slaves, but not all. The slaves were valuable, the others ... I learned much from them over the years. I learned that pleasure comes in many forms, and I learned that freedom, the right to.